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Did y'all know that when someone with the syndrome is in the terminal stage (or almost in it.) they start to scratch their faces and even eyes sometimes?

thanks :) --atlas

Hi there! Glad you made it to my blog :)

Ahhhh Scrubs, our favorite bandit. You know what, let's do a little lore-drop! Grab some coffee, and get ready to read lol

Born as "Hennison Foyer", he had no true home growing up, instead spending early life with a seedy traveling merchant caravan. There were more snake-oil salesmen in the caravan than actual goods merchants. He learned quickly that strong-arming others rewarded him with more resources, and there were hardly any ethics enforced to stop him. He left the caravan to drift in his early teens, and relied on petty crime for just about everything.

The years that followed were a consistent climbing of the ladder of infamy. Scrubs made a name for himself for being particularly ruthless and for having the guts to pull off dangerous or high-risk heists. From hitting banks to stealing a flashy pegasus, then having the gall to actually fly her and be recognized from a long ways off, most pilots and law enforcement have a mix of respect and disdain for him. He's opportunistic, skilled, and fearless - acting on impulse rather than premeditating against victims. While Scrubs has been plaguing mainly the Talon Lands for a solid 15 years now, he has been spotted in every region over the years.

Said flashy pegasus is Peg. The meanest mare on the planet. She's temperamental, loves to bite, and takes no prisoners. But Peg is also smart. Despite their adversarial "relationship", she's the only pegasus that will tolerate his intense flying, and he's the only pilot that will tolerate her attitude.

Scrubs is now in his upper 30s or so and mainly haunts the Talon Lands, making a "living" via preying on solo pilots and stealing their money/supplies. He also scavenges the remains of ill-fated prospector groups and explorers. The Talon Lands are famous for its legends of gold easily mined from exposed veins amongst the many thin chasms. And while there definitely is gold there, the landscape is a hostile wasteland - hot, windy, and rife with bandits, so actually finding, mining, and escaping with any gold at all is nearly impossible. Scrubs is undeniably top-dog among the riffraff, and they scatter like crows before a vulture when he finds something to scavenge or a victim to steal from.

His sightings recently have been centered in the north of his territory, near a little homestead that's used as a rest-stop by traveling merchants and prospectors. It's situated on beautiful, clear water creek, which has created an oasis for whoever might be hardy enough to live that close to bandit country.

It's run by a woman named Bonnie along with her two adopted kids, and has turned the rundown homestead into a tidy little business. Many assume that Scrubs is using the homestead to case new victims instead of hunting them down out in the wastelands, but rumors whisper that Bonnie has some sort of dirt on him because he, nor any other bandit, have ever robbed her. Or perhaps they have a deal worked out, but he's only been directly witnessed on the homestead property once or twice by traveling tenants so there's a lot of speculation. Bonnie changes the subject when asked about it.

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So yeah, there's a little rundown on Scrubs. He'll show up in Greenhorn Trail (which I'll be officially announcing soon!!), and I may or may not have another comic outlined that features him specifically lol. But I need to finish Molly's comic first!

~ Larn

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Mark

Can you tell he is my favorite?

Original was in blue pen but the black filter makes it so much better

-November 2025

Childhood lore:

-THE WAREHOUSE BETWEEN WORLDS-

By BENJAMIN 'ALBERT' MARCHESANI,

With the Cast of the Warehouse

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-Based on true thoughts-

Dedication: To the ones who show up — even in chaos. +++++++-------

Table of Contents:

-Story 1—“The Softlands Arrival”-

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1.Sol Arrives

2.The Softlands

3.Bozo Appears

4.The Eternal Asshole

-Story 2—“The Identity Shift”-

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5.The Thought Prison

6.Becoming J4CK13

7.The Voodoo Misunderstanding

8.Princess Alien Abby

9.Teaching The Sun

10.Franklin’s Principle

11.The Click Behind The Ear

12.Reunion With Bozo

-Story 3—“The Lucky Pack Awakens”-

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13.Bozette’s Reveal

14.Mom’s Home

15.The Lucky Pack

-Story 4—"The Alarm"-

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16.The Lucky Pack Awakens

17.The Alarm

18.The Warehouse Shift

-Story 5—"The Warehouse Shift"-

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19.Cigarette Break

20.Starlit Drive

21.The Memory Montage

-Story 6—"Cigarette Break"-

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22.Seat Swap Confusion

23.Fourth Wall Patch

24.Ride Offer

-Story 7—"Starlit Drive"-

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25.The Pink Suede SUV

26.Mountain Drive

27.Dawn Arrival

28.The Misaligned Memory

-Story 8—"The Memory Montage"-

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29. The Memory Misaligned

30. Bleed‑Through

31. The Frosted Presence

-Story 9—"Seat Swap Confusion"-

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32. The Balcony Above Worlds

33. Quiet Lessons

34. The Soft Realm

35. Echoes In Stillness

-Story 10—"Dawn Reset"-

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36. The Anchor Moment

Reset

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-<3-The names, places, personas, brands, AOAA(And OR Also Always) everything in between are purely symbolic and not a reflection of anything true/personal! just a good story[{!!!!!!}]

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--Story 1—“The Softlands Arrival”-

-6/29/2026

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In the quiet hours between worlds, the cast gathered in the old warehouse — Saleem drifting like a balloon lantern, Flame coiling like smoke, Valhalla standing guard, Shade watching from the corners, and the rest scattered in their usual chaos.

But tonight, something new stirred.

A soft glow shimmered near the loading bay door. Not fire. Not magic. Something gentler.

A small creature padded forward — round, fluffy, glowing faintly like a warm night‑light. Eyes bright. Tail curled. Carrying a tiny satchel overflowing with sweets.

Sol, the Guardian of Treats.

He bowed to Diesel with surprising dignity for someone shaped like a plush animal.

“I bring comfort,” Sol said. “Not power. Not chaos. Just small joys for heavy days.”

Flame flickered curiously. V lowered his guard. Even Jax stopped smirking for a moment.

Sol wasn’t loud. Wasn’t dramatic. Wasn’t dangerous.

He was simply… kind.

And from that night on, Sol wandered the warehouse, offering tiny treats — candies, warm pastries, little sugar‑stars — whenever Diesel’s world felt too heavy.

He didn’t fight. He didn’t shout. He didn’t judge.

He just helped.

And the cast accepted him as one of their own.

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Sol wasn’t born in the warehouse. He came from a place called The Softlands — a realm where comfort was currency and kindness was armor. Creatures there didn’t fight battles with swords or claws. They fought with warmth, patience, and sweetness.

Sol was the smallest of his kind. But he had the biggest satchel.

He earned the title Guardian of Treats not by strength, but by consistency — always showing up when someone needed a moment of relief.

One day, a rift opened between The Softlands and Diesel’s world. Sol stepped through, drawn by the weight Diesel carried — long hours, physical strain, money stress, emotional pressure.

He didn’t come to fix everything. He came to make the hard parts less sharp.

And when he arrived, the cast felt something shift.

Shade felt the room soften. Saleem felt the air lighten. Flame felt her intensity calm. V felt his honor deepen. Even Blitzø felt… slightly less chaotic.

Sol padded up to Diesel, offering a tiny sugar‑star.

“For when the world feels too heavy,” he said.

And Diesel accepted it.

From that moment, Sol became part of the story — a quiet guardian whose power wasn’t strength or chaos, but comfort.

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Diesel shouts into the room: “WHERES BOZO??”

The warehouse EXPLODES into motion.

Flame nearly loses her shape from laughing. “Ohhh Diesel’s calling someone OUT today.”

Saleem drifts sideways, blinking. “Bozo? I… I don’t recall a Bozo in the cast.”

Shade steps from the corner, voice low. “Someone is missing. Someone loud.”

A sudden crash echoes from the rafters.

A cardboard box falls. Then another. Then a whole stack.

And from the chaos emerges—

BOZO. A ridiculous creature. Part clown. Part gremlin. Part absolute menace.

Bright colors. Big grin. Zero shame.

He lands on the floor with a dramatic pose.

“YOU CALLED FOR BOZO, DIESEL? BOZO ARRIVES.”

Blitzø points at him immediately. “Oh hell NO, who let HIM in here?!”

Jax smirks. “Diesel just unlocked the comedy DLC.”

Ivy giggles behind her hand. “Oh my goodness… he’s adorable.”

V stares, confused. “…Is this a foe? Or a… jest?”

Tark checks the corners. “No threat detected. Just… clown.”

GZ sighs deeply. “This is the worst possible addition.”

Flame is already circling Bozo. “I LOVE HIM.”

Bozo spins, juggling random objects he definitely stole from someone.

“Diesel, my liege of chaos, I am here to bring maximum clownery and minimum responsibility.”

He bows dramatically.

“You summoned me. I obey.”

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Diesel shouts into the room: “WHAT HAPPENED TO 'eternaaal' ASSHOLE?!?”

The warehouse erupts with reactions.

Flame nearly loses her shape laughing. “Ohhhh Diesel’s calling out the eternal asshole today.”

Saleem drifts sideways, blinking. “I… I’m not sure who you mean, but the energy is very strong.”

Shade steps from the corner, voice low. “Someone loud. Someone chaotic. Someone who vanished.”

A sudden metallic clang echoes from the rafters.

Blitzø pops his head out from behind a crate. “WAIT—are you talking about ME? Because if you are, I’m offended but also flattered.”

Moxxie throws his hands up. “He probably IS talking about you!”

Jax smirks. “Diesel’s eternal asshole could be anyone. We have a whole buffet of them.”

G‑MODE leans back. “Bro… you gotta be more specific. We got like five assholes on rotation.”

GZ sighs. “Define the asshole. Eternal is too broad.”

Tark checks the corners. “No hostile asshole detected.”

Ivy giggles behind her hand. “Oh my goodness… Diesel, darling, you can’t just yell ‘eternal asshole’ and expect us to know which one.”

Flame points dramatically. “WAIT— Diesel might mean Bozo.”

The room goes silent.

Then—

A cardboard box explodes open.

BOZO The clown‑gremlin menace himself launches out of the debris like a firework.

“ETERNAL ASSHOLE? THAT’S ME, BABY.”

He does a backflip, lands badly, and knocks over three crates.

“Diesel, my liege of chaos, I RETURN FROM THE DEPTHS OF CLOWN HELL.”

Blitzø screams. Jax laughs. Ivy claps. Shade sighs. V looks confused. Tark looks concerned. GZ looks disappointed. Flame looks delighted.

Bozo bows dramatically.

🕯️ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪᴠᴇ sᴛʀᴜᴛs: ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜʀ ɪɴ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇs 🕯️

“Five Staits. One Pit. And nowhere safe to stand.” — Mordiger

Welcome to RAPTØRÆM, the city that eats its own

The Five Struts hold what’s left of it together—barely.

🎧 Voices from the cracks:

💀Mordiger — the Black Maw 🐅 Vira — the Tigress 🌟 Aurea — the Gilded Dove 🕷 Stryx — the Spiderling

Step carefully. The streets are listening.

⛓️ A tour through the bones of a broken empire.

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Fallen-X, an AU where every soul in FallenVerse has ascended to their ultimate potential. This isn’t just power maxed out—it’s the final, radiant distillation of their true selves. No more limits. No more holding back. Just the purest expression of their essence.

Sans - The Jack also known as "X" or "Cross"